Super Irving

I'm having trouble making my suit. I really have no clue what I'm doing. I'm thinking about asking my mom to help, but then she may find out my secret. Well, it would be better than the time she thought I was gay. I'm not going to get into that now...

First of all, I'm terrible with colors. I don't want to look like any other superhero out there. That would be embarrassing if we met. Not that I think they are real, but I am... so who knows anymore, right? Second, I don't have a sewing machine so I have to do it all by hand. Third, I don't know what kind of material to use. Most of the superheroes nowadays seem to be wearing rubberish suits. How the hell do they do that? Where do they get suit-making rubber? It's not at Walmart I can tell ya. At least the people at Walmart didn't know where it was... I'll keep looking. I could order stuff on the internet, but I'd like to see it first. Maybe Ebay has full suits ready to go, so I won't have to make anything.

I also have been thinking of a name. I was going to be "Captain" something or other, but I'm not really a captain so that would be stupid. "Mr." Something or other seems too formal. Throwing "super" in front of something is pretty lame too. I'll keep pondering.

I'm on break at work. I still have my job, but probably not for long. It looks like either most of us will get laid off, or the whole store will close. I almost hope it does. I'd like unemployment. It may be $5 a week, but at least I don't have to deal with Mr. Kyle! He's become unbearable since he got busted cheating customers. He's also been calling out sick a lot, making us pick up the slack. Since he won't have an assistant manager... that would be too much power for an underling as he puts it, I'm sort of the unpaid assistant I guess. I'm in charge of picking up the pieces. I don't like Mr. Kyle one bit!

No more fights or crimes or anything to report of. In the comics it's action, action, action all the time. What B.S. that is! It's all waiting, waiting, waiting. It's boring! I have to make my own action... and costume. I don't trust anyone with my secret yet, so I have to make my own suit. I remember a little from my 7th grade home ec class. I made a pair of jams that I'm sure would still hold together if they weren't so hideous to look at that I threw them out. My superhero suit will look much better. Less fish on it. I need a name though. I'll think it over.